What's meant for you will always find its way. When you really trust that, the fear of losing things starts to fade. You stop holding on so tight. You stop trying to control what was never yours to keep. Things come. Things go. That's how it's always been. But the right things, the ones meant for you, don't need to be forced. Just love them. Let them breathe. If they're yours, they'll stay. If not, they'll teach you something before they go.